(Tyler's alone at his grandmas grave a few days later)
"Hey grandma." I said as I took a seat to the left of her grave. "I met this kid and he seems pretty great. It's a funny story actually because the only reason we met was because of a simple Yarn Ball. Well not really, we knitted together. He helped me make the blanket I gave you. He's helping me a lot. I'm not sad all of the time or angry at the world anymore."
I paused as I tried gathered what I wanted to say but instead I just rambled on.
"You'd like him if you were still alive, I know you would. But enough about that. The reason I came here today was to say goodbye. I never really accepted your death until just recently and I wanted to say a proper one. You've done so much in your life time gran and so many people loved you for it. You were strong, kind, and always knew how to cheer someone up. I know everyone misses you. I do to."
"Tyler!" someone shouted my name.
I turned around to see Sam standing at the gate of the grave yard waiting for me just like he promised he would. I waved slightly before turning back to the grave.
"I have to go now so goodbye grandma, I love you and hope that things are better on the other side."
The wind blew the leaves of the tree softly, and call me crazy, but I believe that was my grandmothers way of saying that she loved me and everything was fine on the other side.
YOU ARE READING
Yarn Ball
Short Story"Time doesn't stop for anyone, it keeps going on and on like the string on that ball of yarn." "But eventually it all stops" "No it doesn't. That one may stop but another one begins."
